Just so

Winter's day light fades
into darkness like a prayer.
Sacred light , sacred night.

Spires of conifer
tower on a gentle horizon.

Opalescence silently lingers
in peach apricot and mauve.

Icicle's hang like stelactite's
from this enchanted cottage
that I stare out of ,into
that other world that I too am a part of.

Makes no difference where I am
inside or out ....I belong just exactly here.

Lark

Shadow

Some love the bright light of the sun.
I prefer the light of the forest.

The light dance's over and through the tree's ,
casting a magic spell . . .  turning what ever it touches into shadow .

Light and dark ,each surrendering to the other .

It invites us in to the other world.

A world of sparkeling light beams and darkness
A place  of timlessness ..
A place to get lost in ,
away from  all earthly cares.

Lark

Just being

I am a tiny fairy among these towering snow covered tree's.
Majestic and strong , the most beautiful beings - just being.

Holding the space .
Showing us the way . . .

This chaotic human race . . .race ,
race not ... and be filled with a grace
that only comes from standing in stillness
that you yourself have made.

Lark

Magic

As the dawn breaks
I look up from my fire.
Out my window . . . winter's white snow.

She has cast her mountainous cape ~ enveloping all in her wake.
The luminious light of dawn , shimmering on the snow
deeming this magic..

In this stillness , in this pause,
I have been blessed to be among this beauty.
Nothing could be more perfect
than this moment.

Lark

Coming into consciousness

Ahhh ... these inland roads I have traveled.
From here to their and back again.

This time with intention , I journey towards my axis ,
seeking even terrain.

The geometry so  different now. The dramatic elevation's
seeming to smooth themselve's out, with a gentleness that was not there before.
What a breath of fresh air .
What a relief to not go down those dirty, dusty roads yet again.

I  finally know and love this territory.
I have covered it in depth.
It is my claim , my own clandestine map. No one knows it better than me.
And so . . .  I will be the conscious keeper of it.

Lark

A blessing

May you find your truth
and be true

May you find the divine
with in . . .

Shining your light out of the darkness
illuminating the road home .

Lark

Big Sky

I am alone . . . here in the big blue sky.

There is lonliness in this beautiful quite of the day.

I turn my gaze behind me to see a line up of friendly clouds
moving towards me.

I hear the hawk calling out to'' us'' .... out here in the middle of no where.

Reminding me that yes , we are alone , each of us has our own space . . .
but  we are all connected to everyone and everything .

If we choose too , we can gaze out beyond our lonliness to see
the whole beautiful picture in this place in this perfect moment of time and space.

Lark